[Never in his wildest dreams could Sakusa have ever imagined that a measly cooking apron could render Ushijima Wakatoshi, the Ushijima Wakatoshi, speechless and hard. The tent in his apron is answer enough to Sakusa's little quip, a very obvious option three. And if Sakusa's being honest, he's feeling it too.
No, he's not bursting out of his apron like Ushijima is about it, but Sakusa feels...sexy. Knowing that he's turning Ushijima on turns him on too, and all the attention to his girly apron suddenly makes it feel all the more taboo. Besides, he doesn't really have to put on an act when it comes to behaving like he lives solely to please Ushijima emotionally and physically.]
Yeah, but only because you like it.
[There's not an ounce of sarcasm in his tone; anybody could see how sincerely captivated by Sakusa's apron he was, and Sakusa was willing to indulge him. He closes the distance between them again, hands carefully placed on either shoulder before slipping up and over to rub at that broad backside. He places one off-center kiss just on the seam of Ushijima's lips, gentle and silent, as his hands drop lower, fingertips pushing and pulling in comfortingly. He does his best to recreate the sense conveyed in TV scenes when a wife comforts her husband in her embrace, but affectionate and romantic are qualities at odds with his usual behaviors.
Sakusa tucks himself close enough to rest his face in the crook of Ushijima's neck and shoulder, lips resting as gently against his Adam's apple as they had against his lips. Meanwhile, one hand drags around Ushijima's hip while the other keeps venturing lower. By the way his hand silently rests against the mound, it's clear he won't be cooking again, not for awhile.]
I could give you a back rub...or this. [He gropes Ushijima's erection shamelessly.] Which do you prefer, darling?
yessss
No, he's not bursting out of his apron like Ushijima is about it, but Sakusa feels...sexy. Knowing that he's turning Ushijima on turns him on too, and all the attention to his girly apron suddenly makes it feel all the more taboo. Besides, he doesn't really have to put on an act when it comes to behaving like he lives solely to please Ushijima emotionally and physically.]
Yeah, but only because you like it.
[There's not an ounce of sarcasm in his tone; anybody could see how sincerely captivated by Sakusa's apron he was, and Sakusa was willing to indulge him. He closes the distance between them again, hands carefully placed on either shoulder before slipping up and over to rub at that broad backside. He places one off-center kiss just on the seam of Ushijima's lips, gentle and silent, as his hands drop lower, fingertips pushing and pulling in comfortingly. He does his best to recreate the sense conveyed in TV scenes when a wife comforts her husband in her embrace, but affectionate and romantic are qualities at odds with his usual behaviors.
Sakusa tucks himself close enough to rest his face in the crook of Ushijima's neck and shoulder, lips resting as gently against his Adam's apple as they had against his lips. Meanwhile, one hand drags around Ushijima's hip while the other keeps venturing lower. By the way his hand silently rests against the mound, it's clear he won't be cooking again, not for awhile.]
I could give you a back rub...or this. [He gropes Ushijima's erection shamelessly.] Which do you prefer, darling?